Meadow Lane

As the sun started to sink in the west, the gentle haze of bbq smoke drifting across the Meadows, the smell of burnt sausages, the laughter of tipsy students, shouts of kids playing football as they emulate that Van Persie header, I wobbled slightly as I made my way homeward after a very pleasant couple of hours enjoying fresh air, sunshine, al fresco tapas. I found this. And realised I'd completely ignored Cigs today.

But fear not, I snapped this before passing another 213 on my way home.....